He was the perfect gentleman and, unlike the salesmen in the Fitzrovia hotel, there were no attempts at fumbling--in fact they often performed an awkward little dance around their small office to avoid touching at all, as if Juliet were a desk or a chair, not a girl in her prime. It seemed that she had acquired all the drawbacks of being a mistress and none of the advantages--like sex. (She was becoming bolder with the word, if not the act.) For Perry, it seemed to be the other way round--he had all the advantages of having a mistress and none of the drawbacks. Like sex.